whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."
– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr
"The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack."
– Keith Miller
Do not mourn this cold body and don’t be afraid my lady, because my soul will always orbit around you and shield you.
I beg you to replace the tear you will shed with a smile so that my soul will rest and leave this body peacefully.
And know that if i was ever to be reborn in this life, i will look for you even if my path was filled with all kinds of torture. Because whoever falls in love with you will never fear death.
From I.K to his lover M.K.M.
night and day by virginia woolf // from the collected Works; "dracula” by bram stoker // woman hollering creek and other stories by sandra cisneros // art by holly warburton // this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar // lighthousekeeping by jeanette winterson // everything everywhere all at once (2022) // quote by margaret atwood
“it’s a beautiful thing to be understood, but a powerful thing to understand yourself.”
— iambrillyant
What is it about despair that gives us the ability to create? It’s like humans crave unfolding all there troubles into art and sometimes spilling them on a piece of paper. I thinks it’s ironic how we become capable when proven incapable of handling our own emotions. It’s the painful sarcasm of life feeding joyfully on our melancholy while reflecting it as “beautiful”. The only beauty in it is when we share or we perceive this miserable art as a way to be heard or understood. The satisfaction of knowing that this vulnerability is felt by someone else. You are not alone, Remember that.
So I try to say goodbye, my friend I’d like to leave you with something warm –
a self-portrait in letter by anne sexton // “fare”, devotions by mary oliver // letters from tove by tove jansson // eightbitstories on twitter //the magical year of thinking by joan didion // wrong side of a fistfight by ashe vernon // on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong // little women (2019) // unknown
